Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 04:10:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Puer Amore <pueresamo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tornado Warning 19

TORNADO WARNING PT 19

By
Barry
pueresamo@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or
places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly
more than coincidence. Readers of this story should be familiar with my
story: Forgive me, Jody, as particulars from that story are recounted here.

------------------------- All Rights Reserved------------------------------

Note to my readers: In the last chapter(s) I have dealt with issues of real
life for me, regarding experiences including the death of my dear friend
Chad, and an experience with my friend Roosevelt. I felt compelled to deal
with these very real issues, as I feel they merit consideration by us each
and all.

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The, not one but two, articles I penned produced a virtual firestorm. All
the special interest groups wasted no time in calling me everything from
racist to... well, you know. It is a technique they have learned, to blunt
and hopefully nullify any critique that adopts a negative position
regarding the invasion occurring at our Southern border. The Herald was
delighted that the response was so voluminous. It mattered not whether the
response was pro or con... only that it sparked so much debate. Selfishly,
I was pleased that I responded to Chad's death, due to an encounter with an
Illegal Alien, in a manner that sparked discussion and debate. Many
responded to the website with similar horror stories regarding the injury
to or even death of loved ones, who had had similar encounters. My article,
being an opinion piece, allowed me to lay it on thick, as they say...and I
did. It could never bring Chad back to me, but, at least I didn't turn a
blind eye to the tragedy that was his death, as so many people do out of a
sense of political correctness, not wanting to enrage any group. It's a
shame, really, as a dispassionate consideration of the issue of Illegal
Immigration would dispose any objective mind that no good comes from
countenancing it.

A local radio talk show host may have analogized it best by the hypothesis
he put forth, which in paraphrase went something like this.

Suppose you came home from work one evening to discover that Jose had
kicked in your back door and moved himself and his family into your spare
bedroom...then...when the police arrive to respond to your demand that they
be arrested and evicted from your home, inform you that your back door
should have been stronger, so as to have kept these interlopers out of your
house in the first place...but...since they succeeded in getting into your
house...you are now responsible to support them...feed them... see to their
education and medical needs. Would you NOT be OUTRAGED???...especially when
doing so comes at the expense of your own family...your own children.  The
hypothesis concludes with the observation that this is precisely what has
happened to our country. We should NOT countenance it. While we should and
do, each of us, have an obligation to charity toward the poor; the
government has no right to mandate a transfer of the wealth of private
citizens to buy the votes of the beneficiaries.

 You can imagine the response I received from all the usual suspects:
LULAC, La RAZA, MeCha, and all the other racist organizations that pretend
to be simple, pure advocacy groups. I found it quite illuminating. That I
evoked such a partisan response assured me I was on the right track with my
criticism. I decided that my next article would be an expose of these
derisive groups, all of which dream of the fulfillment of the mythical
AZTLAN... a notion I used to poo-poo...but not any more.


My second article: "Ordained Marxists" produced a similar response. This
time, as you would expect, from the clergy. One Lutheran Pastor wrote a
particularly caustic response, giving the lie to the notion that he,
himself, held any charity in his heart. Odd, that he would be so aggressive
when, in fact, Lutheranism would cease to exist in Germany, where it was
spawned, were it not that the German government subsidizes it with tax
money. Still, I insist that they have rushed to embrace Karl Marx and his
fundamental tenet: "From those according to their means, to those according
to their needs". The Bishops and other clergy, of all stripes...Catholic,
Protestant, et al... would love to see the government impose this sort of
wealth re-distribution upon society... and call it Christian Charity. Of
course, when the coercive power of the government forces such a transfer of
wealth, it's not Charity at all... it is simple theft. The Bishops and
other clergy would do precisely that, in a minute, if they had the power to
do so...God Help Us ALL!

In any case, I hoped that I might achieve, at least some small measure of
closure as it goes to Chad's death and my recent encounter with Roosevelt
from having written my two, admittedly inflammatory, articles. To the
contrary, my inbox may stay full to overflowing for months to come. Oh
well, it's why I make the proverbial big bucks...huh?

As the days went by, Lance became a regular fixture at our house. In
something of an inversion of time, Lance was with us most nights and only
visited his parents on weekends. We were happy to have him, of course, but
I marveled at his parents who seemed so disinterested in having him at
their side every moment. Damian had taken Lance under wing, in a big
brother fashion. It made me proud of Damian and also helped me to realize
that Damian had a heart full of love, even as his Daddy had had.

It was a blessing to walk down the hall each evening to look into their
bedroom and see Lance and Damian, each in his respective glorious
nakedness, lying side by side, with Lance embracing Damian in much the same
way as Travis has always embraced me. Damian slept on his back with Lance
lying on his side, his cheek on Damian's breast and his ever-erect penis
lying across Damian's thigh to nestle itself in Damian's pubic hair.

"Thank you Ganymede" I prayed silently to myself at the sight.

Among the many things that render me a "conservative" is my desire to
"conserve" my relationship with each of the angels that have been entrusted
to me and to care for them with all that is mine. Indeed, there are some
things that merit conservation.

The summer we had relished in, with our swim parties and festivities would
soon be coming to an end. It was no surprise, then when Damian announced at
breakfast that he would soon have to leave us to return home in time for
his Senior Year at school. I was pleased with him and noted that Danny was
coming to realize that, as I had been preaching to him for some time, we
needed to find a way for him to graduate, as well.


"Damian, we will sorely miss you, but we understand your desire to graduate
with your classmates." I replied to Damian's announcement that he would
shortly have to leave us.

"NO!!! I don't want you to go... NO!!!" Lance interjected.

Lance began to well up with his sweet tears.

"I love you, Damian... you can't leave me...PLEASE!" Lance exclaimed.

"Barry and Travis and Danny will take good care of you, Lance. You know
they will, and I know they will... there's nothing to worry about. You've
always known I'd have to go back to my Mom and finish my last year in High
School. I must graduate, Lance...you too...education is important, you must
pursue it, it is as fundamental as the alphabet, Lance...without an
education you can't do anything." Damian replied.

This was no consolation to Lance who began crying in earnest, now.

Damian took Lance into his arms and began kissing away his tears:

"I love you, too, Lance... always know that and never doubt it. I may never
be able to sleep again with you curled up next to me...don't cry...I love
you too."

"Don't go away, then." Lance sobbed.

Damian looked to me to say something:

"Lance, Damian has been in school all these years, and wants to graduate
with his schoolmates, his friends... isn't that right, Damian?" I attempted
to help.

"Actually, it's not that... not really. I'm just the school faggot...I
don't really have all that many friends...but I am determined to
graduate... come Hell or High Water!" Damian said.

Lance's tears continued to run down his cheeks and fall upon Damian's
breast, trickling down Damian's torso and into his pubic hair.

"You can graduate from school here, Damian. Barry and the guys would love
to keep you here... I know they would." Lance insisted.  "Don't you think
that would be asking way too much of Barry and the guys, Lance?" Damian
replied to Lance's suggestion.

I interjected:

"Actually, Damian, I know I'd rest a lot easier knowing you were here safe
and warm. I suspect your Daddy would too. Still, you need to do what you
believe to be the right thing for yourself. You're old enough to look after
yourself, I know that. Please don't leave, though, because you feel you
have worn out your welcome. That is certainly NOT the case. Lance is
right... we welcome you to stay with us, but you should do what you feel
right. We'll understand and support your decision either way."

"NO WE WON"T...I DON"T WANT YOU TO LEAVE...EVER...PLEASE STAY, DAMIAN!!!"
Lance insisted.


Damian kissed Lance sweetly on his lips:

"I never knew you had come to feel so strongly about me, Lance. I never
knew," Damian said.

"I DO, Damian...I DO!" Lance declared.

"You know Barry and the guys will take good care of you, Lance." Damian
said a second time.

"I know they will, Damian... I know they will... they always have. But I
want you to be here too. I want to sleep with you every night, and feel
your warm body against mine. I sleep like I never have when I sleep up
against you. I love you, and I want you to be here." Lance said.

"I love you, too, Lance...you know I do...but I love you like my little
brother...don't misunderstand, OK? I may chase a relationship with
Beau. I'm really taken with him. I'd love to surrender myself to him as his
lover, if he'd have me. Then you might hate me." Damian speculated.

"NO...I could never hate you, Damian...Never. I know you don't love me as a
lover, but I want you with me, even as my big brother. I don't want to be
without you... NEVER!" Lance complained.

Damian kissed Lance, once more on his sweet lips:

"You're really something else, aren't you?" Damian stated, as he looked
Lance in his eyes.

"He really is, Damian... he really is." I affirmed.  I interrupted:

"We don't have to decide the matter at this precise moment. We have lots of
time, you two. Let's think it through and see what decisions come
forth. Lance, you'll have time to think it through too. I know you want
what's best for Damian, so let's allow the emotion of the moment to subside
and think it all through... that's my suggestion... OK?"

Lance nodded, although he was not ready to loosen his embrace on Damian's
torso.

"Why don't you two take in some morning Sun. Travis and Danny and I will
clean up the breakfast dishes and then join you." I suggested.


After Damian and Lance left us and gathered on the patio, I turned to
Travis and Danny:

"You know guys, perhaps we should be more affectionate with Lance so he
doesn't feel that he can only get the love he needs from Damian."

"We have each put our dicks into him to help him lose his hard-ons." He
already had a big crush on me...now he has one on Damian." Danny observed.


"I know, but look at it from his perspective, guys. By now he must feel no
one wants him for a lover, and only places a penis into him for medical
reasons. Hell, I don't know how we show him more affection without having
it misinterpreted, but we must convince him he is loved and that a lover
will come his way in time...he's a very lovable little guy, and someone
will, sooner or later, want him as a lover. He's young and we mustn't let
him begin to doubt his self worth or believe that he's never going to find
a lover...he surely will." I suggested.

I went on:

"Travis, it falls to you and me to shower him with more affection. Danny's
point is a valid one, and I don't want Lance to rekindle his infatuation
with Danny. I do want him to feel loved and recognize himself as an
attractive and sexy little guy...of course, we must be careful not to
inflate his ego at the same time."

"I don't know how the Hell we do that, Barry. But I'll follow your lead."
Travis said.

"Yeah... I'll put my dick in him more often when he needs it, too." Danny
offered.

"That's good, Danny, but don't chide him if he relishes in having you
inside him. Instead, make him know that someone is out there waiting to be
his lover, and that you know how much he'll enjoy Lance's hot little
ass...well, maybe don't put it quite that way... but make him know that he
has a lot to offer a potential lover." I said.

"Actually, Barry...the truth is that Lance is, in fact, cute as Hell. He
has a great little physique, and his face is gorgeous...so we won't have to
pretend to flatter him for those attributes...we can flatter him in truth."
Travis observed.

"He cums like a horse, too!" Danny added with a coy smile.

We all chuckled.

"It's true...no denying it... he really packs a Hell of a load. You
wouldn't think his prostate could be that large at his age...but he cums by
the cupful...and although I'm exaggerating to make a point...not too
much...he really does cum, as Danny said, like a horse." Travis affirmed.

We were about to finish with the breakfast dishes, Travis and Danny loading
the dishwasher, when the phone rang.

It was Mitch:

"Hi Mitch...how goes it?" I began our conversation.

"Hi Barry, I thought you'd want to know that I just got a call from the
Police. They found the two kids who had broken into our house, when they
tried to pawn my Rolex. They're in custody in the Collin County Jail right
now, and are being interrogated."

"Great news, Mitch...I'm glad they are off the street." I replied.

"Me too. It turns out they had been watching the place for some time, and
had gotten to know Lance's routine, as to when he went to bed, etc., so
they deduced, from the break in his routine, that he must not be
home... so...they decided the time was right."

"My God... Lance could have found himself face to face with them,
Mitch...that's pretty scary." I said.

"It damned sure is, Barry. They had planned to wait till his bedroom light
went out and give him time to go to sleep, then do the break-in. Lance is
religious about setting the burglar alarm, so hopefully it would have
scared them off...but who knows. I'm damned sure glad that Lance spends
most nights with you guys, now." The wife and I don't have to worry about
him... and besides...he loves you guys very much and enjoys being with
you...I hope he won't become a pest to you guys, but if he does, just send
him home." Mitch said.

"No Way, Mitch, could Lance ever become a pest...we love the little guy
very much and we are delighted to have him. He's a special little guy and
there's no chance we'll be sending him packing...don't worry, we, each of
us, love Lance very much, we'll take very good care of him."

"I don't doubt that, Barry. You've certainly done so thus far...God, he
loves you guys...I swear more than he love me or his mother. I don't know
what your magic is, but you've won his heart for keeps." Mitch affirmed.

"No magic, Mitch. We just show him that we love him
unconditionally. There's nothing magic about that...though the results can
seem like magic, I suppose. He responds to affection and unconditional love
very spontaneously and positively. If I might be so bold, Mitch...I would
advise you and your wife to be more open with your affection toward him." I
suggested.

"Shit, Barry...my wife and I are not even openly affectionate with each
other... neither of us is openly affectionate...with anyone. As I have
explained before we try to show Lance we love him by providing for
him...Hell, he has every video game console and other toy he's ever asked
for...that's how we show our love for him." Mitch said.

"Well, I'm not asking you to be someone you're not, Mitch. Still, Lance
needs affection... he needs your touch, your hugs...think about it, that's
all." I said.

"I will, Barry...but it's not in my nature to show physical affection."
Mitch said.

"Just think about it." I repeated.

"OK, I will... I promise... and thanks again for all you've done for my
son. He loves you for it... and if I may say so... well...so do I." Mitch
stuttered to say.

"No thanks required, Mitch, but thank you for expressing your gratitude and
your love. It means a great deal to us to know you feel that way. Don't
worry... we'll take good care of Lance."

"I know you will, Barry. Tell Lance that the Police have caught the
burglars... and tell him...well...well, tell him I love him for me." Mitch
concluded.

"I will, Mitch... talk to you later."

---CLICK—the phone went dead.

I explained to Travis and Danny what Mitch had reported, and then went to
the patio to make the same report to Damian and Lance.

When I arrived at the patio, I found Lance sitting upon Damian's erect
penis, waiting for his own erection to subside.

"You usually cum before you go through this little ritual." I said.

"He did." Damian reported, as he pointed to the large pool of Lance's cum
on his chest.

Damian pointed at the copious amount of Lance's cum and said:

"Want some?"

"Sure do!" I answered.

I wasted no time in lapping it onto my tongue. It was delicious, as young
cum tends to be. I thought it might be a good time for a compliment:

"Lance, your cum is delicious...Danny's is too...but your cum has a very
special and very sweet taste. I really like it. Thanks for letting us share
it."

Lance smiled widely and replied:

"Glad you like it, Barry...there's more where that came from. I'll make a
fresh batch for you later."

"GREAT! I'll take all you can make, Lance." I insisted.

"You really like it?" Lance asked.

"ABSOLUTELY! It's delicious...and you produce so much of it with each
ejaculation. You're amazing." I assured him

"Really?" Lance queried.

"Really, my sweet boy...you are really something." I said.

Lance smiled from ear to ear and said, simply:

"Thanks, Barry...thanks a lot."

I smiled at him, and rose from Damian's cum-coated abdomen to kiss a little
of his own cum onto Lance's lips. He ran his tongue across his lips to take
the cum into his own mouth.

"It is pretty sweet, huh?" Lance smiled

"Delicious." I repeated.

Damian was taking all this in and figured I was making a big deal for some
reason he could not discern.

I winked at Damian to confirm his suspicions, and he smiled in return.

"Hey...let me have some, too." Damian said.

"OK, no problem." I said.

I sucked an amount of Lance's cum into my mouth and then moved to kiss it
into Damian's mouth.

When our lips met, Damian placed a hand behind my head and pulled me into a
deep and protracted kiss. I moved Lance's cum from my mouth to Damian's,
but he would not release the kiss for a long time.

"I wanted to give you that kiss for my Daddy, Barry. I hope it's how he
used to kiss you." Damian said affectionately, looking into my eyes,
lovingly.

"It's exactly how he used to kiss me, Damian. Thank you." I declared.

Lance pointed at my penis, which had become erect during the kiss I had
shared with Damian:

"Barry, you're making precum... BIG TIME!" Lance declared.

I looked down to confirm Lance's observation:

"Why, so I am...so I am." I affirmed.

Lance reached to take my penis into his hand and stroked it slowly and
gently to gather up all the precum into his palm. When he felt he had
received it all, he moved his hand to lap my precum into his mouth;

"Your stuff is pretty delicious too, Barry." Lance complimented.

"Thanks, Lance. I've been making it for a long time, I hope I have the
recipe correct by now." I said with a chuckle

Damian and Lance chuckled, as well.

"Before I forget, Lance, your Dad called and said that the Police had
caught the guys who broke into your house. Apparently the pawn shop owner
detained them long enough for the cops to arrive, when they tried to pawn
his watch. He thought you'd want to know." I reported.

"Yeah...GREAT...who were they?" Lance asked.

"Your Dad didn't say, sweetie...I don't think he knows as yet." I replied.

"Oh...I see." Lance said.

"Also, Lance, your dad said I should tell you he loves you." I added with a
smile

"NO WAY...no way did he say that." Lance declared.

"He did, Lance... he really said that." I insisted.

"He's never told me he loves me in my whole life...maybe you heard him
wrong, Barry." Lance suggested.


"No...he definitely said he loves you, Lance. I heard him quite clearly." I
said with a smile.

"Bullshit!" Lance exclaimed.

"Give him a chance, Lance...it may have been difficult for him to say it
that way. He says he tries to show his love by giving you
things...everything you want." I explained.

"Everything except for a hug or a kiss." Lance replied in a strange tone of
voice.

"Well, sweetie, some people just don't show their affection
physically...you'd be surprised how many people are like that." I offered.

"Barry, you and the guys have shown me more love in the time I've been
hangin' with you than I've ever been shown in my whole life...I love you
guys... and I know you love me too. I'm so happy when I'm here with you
guys... you just don't know."

"Thanks sweetie, we love you very much. We'd fight to the death for
you...but, you know what... I bet your Dad would too...even though he might
not be the hugging and kissing type. I bet he'd fight for you with all he
had. He may not show it so well, but I think he was sincere when he said he
loves you...don't reject him out of hand. Give him a chance...OK?" I said.

Lance looked up at me with a puzzled expression and nodded.

Damian spoke up:

"Lance, I think I should be more clear about what I said to you earlier
regarding my love for you. I don't want you to misunderstand."

"OK" Lance replied.

"I said I don't love you as a lover..." Damian began

Lance interrupted:

"No one else does either, so don't feel bad."

"That's precisely why I wanted to say what I'm about to say, Lance. I may
come to love you as a lover, and my love for you grows every day. So...I
don't want to lead you on, cause I don't know if we might become lovers in
the future...but I might want you as my lover...but you just have to wait
and see. Anyone would be honored for you to accept them as your lover,
Lance...me too, I'd be honored if you accepted me as your lover...but I'm
not ready for that commitment just yet...and you're kinda young to be
looking for a lover too...so all I'm saying is that I want to continue to
love you, as I do now and see what develops. Do you understand?" Damian
explained.

"Really...you think I'd be a good lover?" Lance asked

"Of course you would, Lance. Any guy would be very lucky to have you as a
lover. Me too...but I'm not ready for that just yet...and, as I said
earlier, I'm sorta falling for Beau...I don't want to lie to you...he
really turns me on and we have had a really intense sexual experience
already. I'm a few years younger than he is, but I'll have to wait to see
if he can have a lover younger than he is. Lance, I love you, I really
do...but I think we should continue to enjoy each other and see what
happens. OK?" Damian explained.

I jumped in:

I guess it's all relative, guys. Damian is about as many years younger than
Beau as Lance is younger than Damian. Over time, those years will mean
nothing, but when you're as young as each of you are, those years seem a
vast crevasse. Just continue as you are, and, as Damian has suggested, see
what develops. I and the group have been reluctant to become too involved
with Lance, sexually, since he seems to develop infatuations typical of
guys his age, and we don't want to lead him on, either. Still, I think we
have denied him sexual expression wrongly. Lance, I think that we should
grant you sexual outlet more than we have...to the extent you desire it. At
the same time, we must count on you to understand that everyone who places
his penis inside you or cums into your rectum or into your mouth isn't,
necessarily in love with you... can you make the distinction?"

"Yeah, I think I can, now...cause my feelings for Damian are more than
about sex, I really love him very much. I want to have sex with him, but I
love him too." Lance said.

"Exactly!" I declared.

I went on:

"So, if you find us paying you more attention, sexually, it is because we
love you and wish to provide that pleasure to you... but it doesn't mean
more than that...like Damian said... who knows what might develop over
time... but we'll just have to see. OK?"

"Cool, at least We'll be having sex... so something might be able to happen
from it." Lance observed.

Damian jumped in:

"Lance, you should never doubt yourself... what I mean is...you have a hot
body, really hot. Sooner or later you'll have `em chasin' you all over to
try to have a turn at riding your pony, if you know what I mean... so don't
think no one would want you... believe me plenty of guys...and I suppose
girls, too, will want a chance with you...seriously, I really mean it."

"Seriously, huh?" Lance queried.

"Tell him, Barry." Damian said as he looked to me.

"It's true, Lance...you have a great physique, and you are very good
looking. There will be plenty who will find you extremely attractive and
want to be with you. You'll see." I affirmed.

"Wow... comin' from you guys, that really means a lot... Thanks!" Lance
concluded.

"It's true, sweetie...as Damian put it...you're really hot...don't doubt
it, but don't become conceited about it, either." I chuckled.

Lance smiled back at me and nodded. Then he turned to Damian, whose penis,
he was still sitting on:

"Ride my pony???" Lance laughed.

"I never heard that one before...ride my pony...that's a good one. Guess
that's what I'm doing to you right now, huh, Damian...I'm ridin' your
pony.?" Lance laughed once more.




Damian smiled:

"Yeah, and it likes to be ridden by you, Lance. You can put your saddle on
my pony any time."

Lance smiled widely at Damian and then began rising and falling on Damian's
penis to invite it to explode its hot cum into him.

"You know what's gonna happen if you keep doin' that, don't you?" Damian
asked Lance, with a coy smile.

"Yeah...that's what I want to happen, too." Lance answered with his own coy
smile.

"Hey, let me have it for a change, Lance." I begged

"OK...no problem, Barry." Lance replied.

"Damian, you say when...and I'll raise up and let Barry in to take your cum
into him...OK?" Lance suggested.

Damian nodded in agreement.

Lance continued to straighten and relax his knees, causing his torso to
rise and fall upon Damian's happy dick. As Lance was in the higher of those
positions, I could see that Damian's penis was as hard as it could get, and
that his urethra was fully expanded, preparing to ejaculate his delicious
cum. Damian's testicles were riding in his scrotum as it contracted toward
his abdomen...he was close, and I was eager.

After a moment, Damian spoke:

"OK, Lance get off and let Barry in...HURRY!"

Lance quickly rose to a point that Damian's dick popped out of his rectum
with a slurping sound. Lance moved himself forward a bit and sat upon
Damian's belly, making room for me to take in Damian's throbbing dick. I
wasted no time in doing so. Damian's penis was as hard as the proverbial
rock and throbbing wildly, dancing upon its base, begging for attention.

I moved quickly to take Damian's penis at its base and placed it into my
anxious mouth. The precum it was coated with lubricated my tongue such that
the penis slid effortlessly into my mouth. I could feel it continue to
palpitate after I wrapped my mouth around it and began my own fellatio to
bring him the rest of the way. It didn't require much time. Damian clenched
his fists into the cushion on the lounge, burying his fingertips into it:

"Here it is, Barry. I hope you like it." Damian said, as he,
simultaneously, blew his hot cum into me, filling my oral cavity instantly
with his delicious spunk."

God, how he tastes like his Daddy, I thought, as I swallowed his young, hot
cum. He refilled my mouth each time I swallowed the previous mouthful. I
tried not to think of his Daddy, my precious Jody, as I received the gift
of his cum, but I couldn't help it. Physically he was his daddy all over. I
felt guilty for not realizing, continuously, he was his own person, in
spite of his physical similarity with his Daddy. In any case it was
wonderful. He was delicious, and seemed eager for me to accept every drop
of him. I was equally eager.

Finally his spurts began to weaken and their rate began to diminish. I was,
at the end left to feel his hot residual cum issue from his beautiful
meatus onto my greedy tongue. I collected every drop of it and savored its
taste and it aroma, which filled my olfactory as I held the cum in my
mouth.

Damian gradually released his fists, thus allowing the cushion to resume
its former shape.

"Was it good, Barry?" Damian asked.

I removed his penis from my mouth, licking my way along the shaft of his
penis as I went along, so as to not allow a drop of him to escape. Then I
was able to respond:

"It was GREAT!, Damian...Delicious...thank you for blessing me with the
gift of it."

"Glad you liked it, Barry. It's an old family recipe...I got it from my
Daddy." Damian said with a chuckle.

"Well, you certainly prepare it as well as your Daddy, and with a bit of a
different taste... really quite good. I'd like some more later, when you
have prepared a new batch." I said, as I rose from behind Lance to wink at
Damian.

Damian smiled and nodded at my request.

Just then, Travis' voice filled my ears from his position at the back door:

"Hey Barry; Do you still want us to hit the liquor and grocery stores
today?"

"Yes; I left the list on the kitchen counter...add to it anything you feel
I neglected to place on it." I responded.

"OK, Danny and I will get dressed and do the shopping in a few moments."
Travis announced.

"Oh...I want to go with them." Lance declared.

He went on:

I guess that means I have to put on clothes, huh?"

I laughed:

"I'm afraid so, Lance. I don't think the folks at Kroger would understand
you sauntering about the store in the nude...plus, I don't know if Travis
and Danny would be enough manpower to defend you from all the women and,
dare I say, men who might chase after you in hopes you might allow them to
have their way with you."

Lance turned and smiled widely, then began to rise from his seat on
Damian's abdomen.

Cum continued to drip from Lance's beautiful penis as he arose from
Damian. He stopped at the point he was standing and said:

"Want the last of it, Barry?"

I wasted no time in kneeling before him and licking the cum from him. It
had cooled from its usual hot temperature but remained delicious,
nonetheless.

Soon, he disappeared into the anteroom, leaving Damian and I alone to chat.

"Barry?" Damian asked.

"Yes, sweetie."

"Your offer to allow me to stay here is extremely tempting, and I have been
considering it very seriously." Damian said.

"I was entirely serious about it, Damian. You are welcome here. Your Daddy
would want it to be that way, I'm sure." I replied.

He nodded:

"I suppose he would, Barry. The problem is that I owe it to my Mom to
return, at least long enough to dispel the ideas and hatred that she has
regarding you and my granddaddy. Also, legally, in Colorado, She could stop
me from leaving the state until I'm eighteen...so it will be much better if
she doesn't stand in my way. You understand, don't you?" Damian explained.

"Of course, Damian. I understand." I affirmed.

"So, we'll have to try to get Lance to accept the idea without going nuts
on us. He completely rejects the idea that I would leave." Damian observed.

"Well, we'll have to explain to him that a brief absence on your part is
far better than having your Mom throw you in jail or cause you other legal
problems until you are 18." I said.

I was drinking in Damian's gorgeous physique as we chatted. He could see
that I was:

"I'm glad you find me attractive, Barry. I understand why my Daddy was so
taken with you... you are a very special person."

"Thanks, Damian. Coming from you, that's a special compliment." I replied.

"I'd like to taste what my Daddy found so delicious...could I please suck
your dick?" Damian requested.

"You really want to?" I said in a surprised tone.

"I really do." Damian said in an insistent tone.


"We'll be back as soon as we can." Travis announced from the back door.

"Hey Travis..." Damian called out

"What?" Travis replied.

"I was just asking Barry if I could suck him off...I want to see what my
Daddy was so wild about...is it OK with you and Danny?" Damian asked.

"Well...as long as you don't take it for more than it is...like we always
tell Lance, I guess it's OK, if Barry wants to allow it." Travis replied.

"Great!" Damian called out as he reached for my penis, which was already
becoming erect at the prospect.

"We'll be back as quick as we can." Travis repeated, as he closed the door
behind him.

Damian held my penis at its base and sat up on the lounge chair to position
his mouth at my penis. Lance's residual cum now ran down Damian's torso and
pooled in his pubic hair.

Damian looked, lovingly, into my eyes and kissed my penis at its meatus,
then began licking its shaft up and down, concentrating on my corona ring
until I began gushing Cowper's fluid onto my glans.




"I love the smell of it, Barry...your precum has a sweet smell to
it. That's unusual." Damian observed.

"Yes, I've been told that often, Damian. I'm glad you like it." I replied.

Damian said nothing, rather, he opened his mouth enough to insert my happy
penis into his eager mouth, sliding it slowly along his hot, wet tongue.

My penis responded by becoming rock hard and palpitating...pulsing and
dancing on its base. Damian held my penis at its base to control its desire
to break free from his grasp and dance wildly in the air.

Damian began performing fellatio upon my dick, and I saw stars even before
the powerful orgasm I could feel welling up in me had begun.

The slurping sounds made by Damian's saliva lubricating my penis as it slid
in and out of Damian's mouth produced a strong reaction in my nervous
system, such that I thought my glans would explode.

My penis had swollen to its maximum girth and my glans was palpitating in
anticipation of the orgasm to follow the locked and loaded state that
Damian had already brought me to.

"I'm gonna cum, baby...I can't hold off." I declared.

Damian stopped his oral thrusting and pulled my penis to the entrance of
his mouth to await my ejaculation, which he knew would fill his oral cavity
to capacity.

I unloaded into him with one of the most powerful ejaculations I had ever
had. I filled his mouth beyond capacity, and, although I could see his
Adam's Apple bobbing up and down as he attempted to swallow it all...the
excess ran down his chin and fell to join Lance's, already pooled in
Damian's pubic hair.

The ejaculation was so powerful, that I could hardly stand up as it
proceeded. My knees began to buckle. Damian reached around and placed a
hand on each of my butt cheeks and pulled me to him. This, both supported
my weight and fully inserted my happy penis into him.

I could feel my residual cum oozing from my penis into Damian's welcoming
mouth.

After some time, I could sense that my residual cum had been exhausted.

"I think that's all of it, baby." I said.

Damian held me the more tightly until he was satisfied he had gotten it
all. Then, he slowly released me and licked my penis until any cum still
resting on the shaft of my dick had been collected on his tongue and
transferred into his mouth.

I knew that, psychologically, part of the intensity of the experience was
attached to the fact that this was Jody's boy...but I tried not to dwell on
the fact, as it would be quite unfair to Damian.

"Did I do good?" Damian asked, as he slowly removed my penis from his
mouth.

"Excellent...Excellent beyond words, sweetie. I don't know where you
learned some of those tongue-techniques...but it was excellent." I
affirmed.

I went on:

"How about you...was it good> Was it what you expected?"

"God Yes, Barry...you really pack a Hell of a load. I bet my Daddy gobbled
up every drop, just like I just did, huh?" Damian queried.

I looked into his eyes and only nodded.

He smiled and returned the nod.

"Barry?" Damian asked

"Yes, Sweetie." I replied.

"I can sense that my Daddy still loves you, even more than when he was
here...I want you to know that. I'm no psychic or anything like that...but
I sense it. OK?" Damian insisted.

"Thank you Sweetheart. That means a great deal to me." I replied.

"I know it's kinda early, Barry, but could we have a drink?" Damian
requested.

"Two Bourbon and 7's coming right up!" I declared, as I turned and walked
to the door leading to the anteroom.

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